8.19.2010

August 19, 2010

White Dog lay next to me and Quinn stretched out between the legs of my easel as I painted this afternoon. It was warm but the shade on the deck made our spot comfortable. A total Monet moment, with dogs around me, the dappled garden abuzz with life, color tipped paintbrush in hand. It was pure bliss on many levels: the domestic tranquility, the lazy summer rhythm, the creative connection...it felt like we were isolated in our own little haven, perfect, and serene. I worked for nearly two hours; WD and TOWD watched, gently napped, and periodically asked for scritchings. When I began to clean brushes, they both sat up, stretched, and went back to their "normal" routine...magic broken.

Nope, magic is still there! That sounds like Daisy, waiting for me wherever I go. I wanted to let you know both David and I will be back in NM soon - we just went on a getaway vacation. So in October we will still be going to the balloon festival and your art exhibit. :] He doesn't get deployed until May - so we still have several months of NM after we get back. No need to miss me yet. :]Becca

That sounds like such a wonderful way to spend the day! Just nice, quiet, calm, serene - what I wouldn't give for a day like that (I tell myself that the kittens will calm down soon enough - but oh the crazy they can bring!)

Wow, that was a glorious moment! Mom can't paint for her life, so I guess we will have to find our magic moment somewhere else..*wink* Ooh, do post your Mom's painting up when she's done! I think it'll be PAWSOME! *grins*